My sister’s husband for instance, is a Rasta-man who never sucks her pussy. In fact he hasn’t even fucked her much since they were married twenty-...even years ago. He had been satisfied that she had begotten him three boys, now grown, and that was good enough for him as far as their marriage was concerned.By the time s*s finally visited me a month ago at my bachelor’s apartment in the United States, she was like a hard up wench in heat. She was hankering to have the experience of getting her. After Kathy showered and put on her makeup, she walked out of the bedroom, naked, holding her Crack Belt. Softly, in a seductive little voice, she asked me if I wouldn't like fit her into the Crack Belt myself. I fastened the small belt around her waist and then knelt down behind her to tie the cloth rope and pass it down the crack of her ass to be tied in front of her navel. But this time I felt something different as I was doing it: such important emotional tenderness on our anniversary.. Of course nowthe area is filled with subdivisions and yuppies, but atthat time it was a peaceful quiet place to grow up. Wehad a low fence surrounding our backyard just to keepanimals from tearing up the place but not high enough tokeep anyone from getting in.Of course since our house was essentially surrounded byabout 40 miles of forest there were no worries aboutburglars. My parents made a good living running a lawfirm, dad was the senior partner and mom worked as theoffice manager. This was. As I sputtered words of encouragement, I knew I was also going to cum. hard! Suddenly our orgasms exploded simultaneously. My eyes closed and I literally saw fireworks. When I opened my eyes after my orgasm had subsided, James was lying back on the bed. His white semen was a small puddle on his chest. I stepped to him as he lay there and lowered myself to my knees between his legs. He slowly sat up and I could feel him still quivering. I wasn’t sure if it was from the powerful orgasm he just.